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he said quietly, “there is something you must know.” Cold spread through my limbs. “Our mother—” he paused, looking at me with pain and pity. My stomach dropped. “What is it? Tell me. What about mother?” I asked in broken voice. Desperate. “Mom died three weeks ago. She had a cardiac arrest.” My world stopped. I stared at Jace blankly, waiting for him to correct himself. He definitely made a mistake. It couldn't be my mom that died. Jace's face was red with emotions now. It dawned on me that he was telling the truth.

The same one I’d seen the day he buried his brother. “You think Alice would want me to leave her?” Jace’s voice was quiet, too quiet. “You think she’d be proud if I ran halfway across the world while Ingrid bled out because we decided she wasn’t worth saving?” “Worth saving?” Jaxon’s laugh was sharp, bitter. “She took a bullet from Bishop himself. No one survives that. Not in the chest. Not at that range.” Jace stepped forward now, closing the distance, heat radiating off him like Morocco’s sun.

he said louder this time as the tears he fought so hard to hold came flowing down his cheeks, "What's wrong, Jay?" I asked the question nobody seemed to have the courage to ask, "No, this can't be true, she won't, she can't" he yelled crumpling the paper and throwing it, everyone stared at him, then the paper before Brandon stood up to pick it up, "Jace" Brandon called out, his shock mirroring that of Jay, "What's wrong, can one of you tell us what the result says" Lisa snapped, "Jace, your mum's death has been ruled out as suicide" Brandon muttered and a chill ran through my spine,

Norman looked absolutely furious now. Not emotional. Furious. “You stupid boy.” Jace wiped blood slowly from the corner of his mouth. “You asked for the truth.” “And you gave me stupidity.” Jace stared at him in disbelief. “You’re hitting me because Daniel died?” Mr. Norman laughed coldly. “No.” That answer genuinely shocked Jace. His father stepped closer slowly. “If you were going to kill him…” His voice lowered dangerously. “…you should’ve buried the body properly.” Silence crashed into the room.

His real name, Ace Willow, came to light to everyone's shock, and he was in fact not from the States but from a remote village in London. Through the orchestrated accident alongside the road which was a blindspot, the real Jace was killed and secretly buried, while the fake Jace took his position at the accident scene with a few added sets to make the show complete. The car caught fire and blew up right on the spot, but the fake Jace was already miles away from it while pretending to struggle for life, after injecting some kind of drug into his bloodstream to activate his hormones.

Alexa asked, worry visible on her face. "He's better, but he's not fine at all. He's very far away from being fine... Though, he's still alive." "What's wrong with him? Why did he suddenly foam in his mouth and faint?" "Well from the tests conducted, Jace got too emotional today, and it was a huge stress for his holed heart." The Doctor said and heard that Alexa broke down. She was the reason why her brother faced death. She was the reason why Jace became too emotionally stressed.

And for those who didn't survive. "The news said there were two fatalities," I said softly. "Does the other victim have family?" Jace's voice was flat. "No." No family. The words hit hard—an unspoken reminder of my own orphaned past. And then Jace added, "Abbot Levinsky didn't make it." "What?" My heart stopped. This couldn't be happening.

The truth was— Jace wasn’t just my best friend. He was the only boy who saw me. The maid’s daughter. The girl who didn’t belong anywhere except in the shadows. The one who swept the floors while other girls painted their nails and giggled in the pack. He saw me. And now he's out there struggling for his life and I can't do anything about it. — **Two days Later —** Jace got discharged. But the Alpha… he didn’t make it. They said he died hours after being attacked. Didn’t even make it to sunrise. The pack was mourning. Black ribbons everywhere.

“I gave your words much thought and I decided to give in afterward.” He scoffed. “I don’t believe you.“ “Why?” “Well, if my words held so much gravity you would have accepted on the first request.” “I needed to sleep on it.” I lied and I knew Jace could sense it. “Why wouldn’t you say the truth?” I threw my hands up defensively. “Fine!” “I didn’t accept to go ahead with your plans because of your words but because of a bitch named Normani.” “Bitch?” Jace stood immediately and then walked in my direction. “I have never heard you describe anyone in that manner.”

“I have no reasons to keep going, Margaux. This is the payment that I deserve for hurting you, and you'll be able to get justice if I die. But don't regret it because I know this is for the best. I love you, mate, until the end of my breath.” “I hate you, Jace! You're scaring the hell out of me. Just please don't make me mad, okay? You're going to live, understand?” Jace shook his head and replied, “I don't think so. But I want you to know that I am so happy to have you here. At least, you are the last person that I saw before I die.” I bit my bottom lips to stop the tears that were about to fall, but it never helped at all. My tears streamed down to my face as I looked at him.